The TL&DR version of this week's post: I wanted to run a lot so I did. 33 miles went down.
Monday: 4.25 miles that would have been easy except for the heat.
Tuesday: 6.25 miles total. The breakdown was one mile alone, 3 with a friend, and then another 2 just for lolz. It was still pretty warm.
Wednesday: normally when rest days come around I'm ready for them BUT I felt fresh and snappy AND the temperature had dropped so I went out and got some. 3.25 miles, and just to show off I did a minute fast/a minute slow for mile 2. Last fall that was the approach that would magically unlock a sub-12 minute mile for me and now it's the approach that magically unlocks a sub-11 minute mile;-)
Thursday: I didn't feel like doing speed so I didn't. 6.25 miles just for fun. I didn't look at my watch at all so I was very happy to see a "fast for me" pace and negative splits.
Friday: met up with friends, which meant 3 miles with them and a mile alone on either end to get there and back for 5 miles total. The weather was delicious and our pace ended up being pretty speedy. I know it's not exactly Olympic standard, but anytime I see a 10:xx split I get very excited. And when there are three in a row, well, that's just a good day.
Saturday: my goal was 8 miles but it had warmed up from the previous day and for the life of me I couldn't decide where I wanted to run. I set off aimlessly and the miles started to pile up. Just when it was getting warm a nice gentle rainstorm and a breeze rolled in and before I knew it the miles were in the bank.
Sunday: chilling on the couch, day dreaming about this week's miles and liking what I see on the forecast for next week.
I've totally fallen off the wagon on strength. A few weeks ago I ramped things up and got overwhelmed. I mean, I did a few planks and a few pushups this week but that's it. Step one: 'fess up and put it out there, step two: I'll get back on it when I'm ready.